"Hey, picking a bard for a roleplay? Are you sure? Isn't that just a mascot who plays the piano, buffs things, and flirts with girls?" "Well, it depends on who you're playing as. Ordinary bards are like that." "What else?" "What if my roleplay is Li Bai?" "...poetry, wine, swordsmanship, and chivalry?" "That's right! You need his talent, his swordsmanship, and even more so, that heroic and unrestrained spirit of 'I was born to be useful, and even if I lose all my money, I'll get it back!'" Upon waking, roleplay player Rorschach discovered he had traveled to a world of swords and sorcery with his newly created [Bard Li Bai] character card. Dragons roared, elves whispered, dwarves forged swords, and arcane magic flashed. And he, a bard supposedly at the bottom of the adventurer's contempt hierarchy, discovered that his poetry could be transformed into magic, and drinking could restore...

[Time travel + comedy + no system + multiple female leads + indirect approach to achieving one's goals]

(This story has a lot of funny and romantic slice-of-life moments in the early stages, and it's not just a pure wish-fulfillment story with constant showing off. You can read it if you think it's worth it.)

In the year 1485 of the Solar Calendar, a shocking scandal broke out in the Famia Empire—

That human genius scholar who improved the calculation formula, invented soul-sensing magic, and ended the elves' more than 100-year reign in the "Strongest Magic Brain" competition.

He doesn't know any magic at all; he's a complete low-magic user!

——

Reincarnated into another world, Owen became a useless young nobleman.

Despite lacking magical talent, he unexpectedly discovered that magical theory was quite easy to learn, even less difficult than calculus in his previous life.

"Perhaps I can change my fate through the exam?"

Thus, Owen rekindled his test-taking spirit and gradually emerged on the academic stage as an unconventional genius.

"Orc, so what if you're strong? Can you solve problems as fast as I can?"

"Elf, so what if you have a lot of magic? You'll still beat me on the exam first, won't you?"

"So-called genius is nothing more than one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration."

At the graduation ceremony of Vilia College, outstanding graduate representative Owen delivered a passionate speech on stage:

"Even if I'm just a country bumpkin, I'm determined to go and snag a cabbage in the capital."

“Fira, Tomman, and Rice, who created the magic formula when he was 9 years old because he wanted to get out of school quickly—heroes are as numerous as fish in a river.”

"Please remember the name Owen."

"Because one day, I will, like my predecessors, make it resound throughout the world!"

A succubus paladin trying to turn over a new leaf. A necromancer with extreme social anxiety who only lets skeletons socialize on his behalf. An orc priest who delves deeply into the realm of life but is very afraid of blood. And I, a traveler who doesn't belong to this world - a great bard. My name is Velen, and I was on the run when I unexpectedly found a diary. I thought it was a classic plot from Dragon Quest, but the god on the other side of the diary... doesn't seem very serious? Record stories and get rewards. Record fun and get more rewards. And our team of scumbags walking on the continent - seems to be the biggest fun in itself? [A worldview with a bit of everything], [Team road adventure], [Semi-diary], [More daily life]

When Zhou Ming woke up, he had become Zhou Ming Everett, a third-rate novelist in Backlund. He thought he had simply transmigrated into the world of the famous novel "Lord of Mysteries" and only wanted to rely on his "original work fan" advantage to survive in this dangerous world.

However, he soon discovered that his transmigration was not accidental. Deep within his soul slumbered a terrifying essence incompatible with this world—he was a fallen Outer God, the largest fragment of consciousness of the "Serpent of Narrative and End." Those seemingly coincidental inspirations and the words that flowed from his pen were not a cheat code, but rather the unconscious resurgence of his own authority.

(Pseudo-D&D, Dragon Text, Evil Dragon Lord) As a red dragon, Phoenix often feels like an outcast among the red dragon race. Other red dragons: alcoholics, brutal, arrogant, greedy, tyrants of wild volcanoes. Phoenix: runs an egg dragon farm, providing employment opportunities; absorbs refugees in his territory, creating a beautiful home; prioritizes food safety, warming both the heart and stomach; vigorously integrates the industrial chain, promoting healthy competition in commerce; humbly submits to the Holy Dynasty's rule of filial piety, his famous deeds moving the diverse world… and steadfastly punishes and retaliates against groups of heroes who commit crimes, improving the living standards of humanoid races in dragon-occupied areas, and continuously manually silencing lawbreakers. Finally, he's addicted to opening eggs. "Have you converted 100 gilded dragon eggs today?" Druid girl: "Boss, it's 101." "Open them all!"